“Follow me”

With a push of your hand, you want me to follow you. Because you think, “I should” Without any qualms or debate Without raising any doubts.

I will follow you on the promises of a brighter morrow. Not for the social rules that are rigid and hollow.

With a disgruntled shrug You command ‘me’ to follow you Because ‘they’ say ‘I Will’ Without any arguments Without a shout.

Who are they to judge? They did not make you fall in love with me. Oh! Or has the love evaporated? Then let it be. Then there’s nothing to follow you for. I will follow you to end this facade of a relationship.